Page 38 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

“Hi, Amelia.” I hold my hand out to her just as her mouth drops open. “I’m Chase.”

She mindlessly shakes my hand, her mouth still hanging open.

“I’m gonna head over and grab a peppermint tea. Would you like something to drink?” I point to the empty space in front of her. Her eyes follow my finger before she looks back up at me, a deer-in-headlights expression in her eyes and an adorable pink flush covering her cheeks.

Based on her response, I think it’s safe to say that we are equally surprised at who ‘Chase’ and ‘Amelia’ are. Surprisingly, this helps me to relax until I remember the real purpose of wanting to meet up.

With how my life has been going, is it any surprise that ‘Amelia’ is Susie? I shake my head and laugh.

“I’ll grab you a latte. Is that okay?” I ask softly, afraid she will get up and run at any moment.

She slowly nods her head, and a grin takes over my face.

“Great. I’ll be back in just a bit.” I turn to walk away but can’t help teasing her one last time. “Don’t go anywhere while I’m gone.”

A gleam pierces through the deer-in-headlights look, and the corner of her lips lift. Tingles run down my spine, and I can’t stop myself before I wink. Her flush deepens to my surprise, causing my already overworked heart to race.

I know I’m playing with fire, and grabbing the gasoline instead of water is not even remotely smart. But right now, I’m not sure I want to play it safe.

Susie Owens is Amelia. That one fact just made the craziest thing I’m ever going to do easier.

I’m going to ask ‘Amelia’ to marry me.

Sorry, Josh.

Chapter Fifteen

Susie

That was a plottwist this author didn’t see coming.

The swarm of butterflies flitting around my stomach is sending small tingles through my entire body as I watch the tall, dark, and handsome man stroll to the counter.

Relief moves through me, pushing out any tension in my body.

I whip out my phone.

Me:It’s Adam!

Me:Chase is Adam!

Brie:Chase is Adam?

A euphoric giggle passes through my lips as I frantically type.

Me:Yes!!!

Me:Crazy, right?!

Brie:Crazy cool!

Brie:Pretty sure he’snota serial killer.

Brie:Have fun!

I look to see where Adam is in line and find him standing at the counter waiting for our drinks. I let my eyes wander over his broad shoulders before moving back to his head, only to slam into a pair of warm brown eyes.

My face heats, and he gives me a grin that makes me thankful for the bench beneath me.

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